A Montana native, I enjoy spending time hiking and exploring the great outdoors, preferably with my camera in my hands. A survivor of Montana winters, I also enjoy baking, board games, books, and broad discussions about everything from alfalfa (hurray for being part of a family of farmers!) to zombies.
I’ve lived a lot of places: Montana for my first 18 years; then Washington state, where I went to Whitworth University (Go Pirates!), with a semester of living in Los Angeles stuck in there; then the suburbs of Chicago for a year after college; then back to Montana for a bit. These days, you’ll see me running around the streets of Washington, D.C. — literally, some days. I’m working my way up to running my first 5k and 10k in the fall of 2014.
There’s a lot more to me, as you’ll learn in the blog. Most importantly, though, I’ve been falling more and more in love with Jesus Christ since childhood. I’ve long been surrounded by a cloud of faithful witnesses, and over the past few years, I’ve really started wrestling with what it means to be a Christian–and growing closer to the Lord because of that, even when I have my doubts. I currently attend National Community Church in D.C., and I am absolutely loving it there. My path to D.C. was nothing less than God bringing me in (another story for another post), and I am so very grateful. In the words of one of my favorite Bible passages (and subsequently one of my favorite hymns):
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ~ Lamentations 3:19-23 (Emphasis mine)
May you come to know that love and faithfulness, if you haven’t already (and if you have, may it ever grow deeper!). I’m always happy to talk about my Jesus and my faith, should you ever want to.
About the Title
When you move from the mountains of Montana to the streets of D.C., one of the things you notice first is the sheer amount of noise. Car horns, traffic sounds, birds chirping, and voices everywhere — unless you’re on an early weekday morning Metro; then it’s absolute silence. But that’s a post for another day.
(The second thing you notice is the humidity; also a post for another day.)
Beyond the general levels of noise that have been a part of my life since January 2014, I envision this blog to eventually be a place where many voices can be heard — it’s my blog, yes, but it doesn’t mean I have to be the only voice here. Quite frankly, a lone voice is boring; conversation is better. I also know an incredible amount of clever, thoughtful people whose input I greatly value (even if I don’t always agree with it). I want to give them an opportunity to share their awesomeness with you, if they so choose.
Thus, the quote from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest — slightly out of context, perhaps, but still, it seemed a fitting for the blog. (And I’m nothing if not excellent at taking literary quotes out of context.)